You told me once
it was what you liked to do,
that you thought about it,
twenty-four-seven.
And when you did it,
it made you feel like
you were in Heaven.
The touch,
the feel,
the taste,
the heat,
the very act
swept you off your feet.
And you told me,
I did that too,
that it was your plan,
multiple episodes
of mutual nirvana.
It was beautiful...